Hiatuses and Burnouts

Have you ever been so broke you considered becoming a stripper?

You laugh. I’m not kidding. Serious question. Have you ever looked at your bank balance and thought “I can throw that ass in a circle”? Gotten your bills at the end of the month and wondered if pole dancing classes would be a good investment? Watched a documentary about ladies of the night and fired up Google (incognito window of course) and found yourself…. contemplating?

I’m sure I appeal to a niche market

That’s how broke I am. And that ties in with why I haven’t written in such a long time.

So as you may remember, I’ve been doing a postgraduate in nursing. I decided not to have a part time job because I worked throughout my undergraduate (yes, even on my year abroad) and I didn’t want to do the same thing to myself. Unfortunately that meant that I just didn’t have enough money to support my large-coffee-and-little-sleep lifestyle. So I applied to a bunch of student projects at uni for a little extra cash. I answered surveys, was a participant in research projects, actually DID a research project, and signed up to so many things that I found myself working when I was off from, y’know, work. That is not an easy thing to do and I sorta burned out as a result.


I’m used to burning out, as sad as that sounds. I put a lot on my plate and then realise I’m not that hungry. I was writing my mandatory essays while getting my head examined (FOR SCIENCE) while conducting my own research project while running this blog while running another blog while commuting FOUR HOURS RETURN TRIP and I just couldn’t do it anymore. The breaking point came in July when I tearfully called yet another paid project opportunity saying “I can’t do this. Please don’t make me.”


And then I had night shifts, and then I finished my course BUT OH WAIT I had applied for ANOTHER job and also my Real Adult Job™ was starting in a month and I needed to get my accommodation sorted and my annual leave and pack and clean…

Anyway. We are now in September. As it is the start of the academic year, I feel it perfectly acceptable to say “New Year, New Me”. The money I made has gone towards rent and NMC registration so I’m broke, waiting for that Real Adult Job™ paycheck coming in October to a bank near you (well, near me). So I decided I needed to get back to my love of writing and my need for exercise (expanding my mind, deflating my waistline). Work is starting soon (like, in a week) and I’ve got everything lined up. Can’t wait to become a Real Adult™!

I’m not gonna stop googling “how much do escorts make” on incognito though. I like to keep my options open.

I’m a private dancer/dancing for money



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